remember the old times?

[camo_box]

Who: Snake, Falcon
What: getting sucked into FDC's seedy underbelly.
Where: First a bar, then WHO KNOWS
When: Saturday night, Sept. 4th
Warnings: Foulmouthed creatures. Also, they will have makeup sex. No, not really. But maybe. Read to find out. (No)

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[camo_box]

"I wouldn't say day."

He propped his chin up on his hand. Best to just forge into these kind of things, he found.

"It's been a while since I've gone out for a drink, so..."

[pedaltothemetal]

Falcon raised an eyebrow. Sure he could have guessed this by the way the mercenary was knocking them back, but now he found himself mildly curious. Curious enough to indulge in the current conversation. It was all against his better judgment, of course.

"Rough...week?" He ventured.

[camo_box]

"I think it's more like... I realized this morning that I had been mistaken for Big Boss a grand total of five times in the recent past, and dealing with a bunch of dead people who learned pretty early that I killed the man they knew really made me want to..."

He threw another drink back, movements visibly getting a bit more sluggish.

"... Take a night off."

He looked over his shoulder at Falcon.

"Along with other things, of course, but that's pretty standard Smash Academy bullshit."

[pedaltothemetal]

Oh, right. Those guys from the seventies, or whatever. Time travelers. Barbie and Raidentwin and Otadouble and that whole entourage. Falcon was trying to get used to the fact that it seemed as though dead people could just up and come back now. It was, at best, uncomfortable.

He opened his mouth to say something along the lines of 'well, you probably look just like him', but immediately thought better of it. A "Hn" escaped him instead as he took another sip.

"Other things?"

[camo_box]

"Transformations, hallucinations, the usual."